Well, the boys came lookin' for their soul   They wanted all the world to see   So they took Alcatraz and did a graveyard dance   All they wanted was some dignity   But from a rerun story from a late, late show   Where the Indian gets no amnesty   And spends the rest of his life in a Kansas cell   At the bottom of priority       High and dry, left to take another's blame   High and dry, first hand knowledge of an innocent man   You can hear him cryin' down in ol' K City   Hear him up at Wounded Knee   For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell   At the bottom of priority       Well, locked up, forgotten, tucked outta the way   And treated like he wasn't a man   They took their aim and wasn't it a shame   How we stuck our head into the sand   Well, it was way too late for the government   They had to make somebody plea   And spend the rest of his life in Kansas cell   At the bottom of priority       High and dry, left to take another's blame   High and dry, first hand knowledge of an innocent man   You can hear him cryin' down in ol' K City   Hear him up at Wounded Knee   For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell   At the bottom of priority    For the rest of his life in a Kansas cell   At the bottom of priority